Thursday night Sharon and I were talking to our friend Myles who was about to leave for Daytona Beach bike week, he was telling us all about his past trips and said 'you two should come down.' Whether he actually thought we would or not I don't know, but we decided to load up the truck and leave Saturday morning after I closed down the bar. We ended up leaving Norfolk at 5:30am and some how that 10 hour drive went by really quickly (thank god).
Sharon brought her Triumph Scrambler and her Yamaha rd350 for me to ride when we got down there. Every state one the way we bought $10 worth of lottery scratchers, and discovered we have zero luck in scratcher department.
Once we arrived to Myles aunts house he had beer in hand for us, best welcoming ever!
Went out Sunday night to check out St. Augustine's night life, they got mother fuckin pirates everywhere. Anyway, so out in St. Augustine heading to the first bar, what happens? Myles gets pulled over. Not for speeding, he didn't run a red light, his truck was to believed to be seen leaving a condo that had just been robbed. But like I said not speeding, the cops yell out "GET OUT OF THE TRUCK! PUT YOUR HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEAD & WALK BACKWARDS TOWARD ME." Myles and his uncle Larry who we picked up at the condos were both in cop cars and Sharon and I were in the back of the truck trying to figure out what was going on. They didn't get arrested and it was just a mistake in mass produced Ford trucks. If they did get arrested, I would be writing a lifetime movie about this instead of this blog...movie title "Accidential Felons".
Okay, back to real life. The next morning we wake to ride to Daytona for bike week. I discover half my face isn't moving and I think I am about to die or have a stroke, after my tantrum was over we leave but me riding bitch on the back with Myles. SUCKED not being able to ride, and in Flordia there is a no helmet law so that would have been awesome! Sharon atleast got to enjoy that riding along the coast.
We get close to where I assume our destination is going to be because moto traffic was crazy! We get to Main st and when we turn it was like we accidentally joined a parade route! Basically every single type of Harley that had ever been made or customized was parked along both sides of the street. Thousands of street bikes lining this road!
First stop on Main was the Boot Hill Saloon for food, booze, people watch and of course looking at all these bikes roll in. Every bar there had their own bike week apparel, every shop was dedicated to motorcycles in one way or another. Finished checking out everything there and tried to hit up Destination Daytona but it had started to close as we arrived. Thankfully the bars don't!! Okay, The Iron Horse, this is the place we stopped at.
You ride in and basically have an usher escorting you to your seat. Riding through all of these people, under these wooden walkways, and we park right in front of the stage. Up on these walk ways is where the bars are. Below is a carnival of sorts; food vendors, places to buy random shit, shows, old women in clown make up, it was cool as hell!!! To the left of the stage, or stage right, we see this shitty looking round wooden attraction.
This turned out to be the Wall of Death! These mother fuckers are getting on these old ass bikes going round and fucking round on the walls of this old ass wooden cone. One guy going side saddle on his bike saying 'look ma no hands!' A girl on a bike and a guy on a go cart riding around this thing at the same time. It was literally something I have only seen in cartoons when I was a kid. Those people are awesome entertainers, brave as shit, and dumb as hell!
After that Sharon, Myles and I chill out have some beers and people watch some more. We called it a night, Myles and Sharon strapped on their leather chaps for the cold hour long ride back.
Had to rest up for the drive back the next day. It was a GREAT couple of days! Wish we could have stayed for some of the races and midget wrestling...guess we will have to go for the whole week next year!!
Shannon's first time riding on the street with traffic.
3 year old Eli.
My mom just liked it. 
Slades in Surry, Va.
And on countless Sunday rides to nowhere.
From one bitchin lady to another. Take good care of her Jules! 
